#support comedy

[jadeestebanestrada]

Comedy in the City of Dreams

On July 19, I'll be representing Team USA at the 4th Annual Boom Chicago Comedy Festival in Amsterdam. Looking forward to performing alongside comedians from all over the world!

[the-purple-possum]

When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.

I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.

Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.

I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.

Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.

I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker

[gleafer]

Look at these QT PATOOTIES.

LOOK AT EM!!!

Yes, in my HC Eric finds a ukulele in the trash and being a disposable demon, felt a kinship with the little thing. He never goes to earth without it.

And YES Muriel is still a duck* and refuses to deal with angels or demons ever again.

*see my comic The Day Muriel Had Enough. Scroll down. It’s on here somewhere!

[copypastus]

@officialrhysandweek Day 7 - Free Day

Following @praetorqueenreyna's vision I redrew some romantic comedy posters with a Rhysta flavor.

Happy Rhysand Week!

[ominous-horse-noises]

anyway i want to reiterate that i hope the rat grinders are tpk'd, revived and uncorrupted solely bc i want them to have to spend senior year together. 'redeemed' doesnt necessarily mean friendly with the bad kids and honestly? its so much funnier if they continue being bitchy to each other but without the trying to end the world stuff. they've built plenty of positive relationships w/ former villains now it's time for the next stage: uneasy alliance buzzing with the tension of both sides trying to hold back the urge to clown on each other

introducing, fantasy high senior year: the group project

[kusurrone]

save me, Virgil...

[political-us]

[aventurineswife]

Consider, the AE crew playing horror games and it’s poor March’s turn on the controller, but reader serves as her emotional support by being a comedian, kinda like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SErWi_NZ8DI&t=62s

If this link doesn’t work it’s just Markiplier playing Fatal Frame 2 and making funny noises while reading the taboo tome. XD

Press X to Panic

Summary: The Astral Express crew gathers for a cozy horror game night, with March 7th bravely (and nervously) taking her turn at the controller. Thankfully, you’re by her side as her emotional support comedian, lightening the spooky mood with jokes and over-the-top commentary. While March struggles to handle the game’s scares, Caelus brings his Gen Z flair, Dan Heng offers quiet amusement, and the room is filled with laughter, camaraderie, and wholesome chaos.

Tags: Astral Express Crew (Caelus, March 7th, Dan Heng) x Reader, Humor, Fluff, Horror Games, Found Family, Emotional Support, Lighthearted Chaos, Comedy Relief, March 7th Focus.

The lights of the Astral Express flickered dimly as the crew settled in for one of their rare moments of downtime. The usual hum of the train was replaced by laughter and playful banter, the crew gathered in the lounge for a much-anticipated horror game night.

March, with her usual spark of enthusiasm, was eagerly clutching the controller, though her nervousness was apparent. Her eyes darted between the screen and the rest of the crew, trying to psych herself up for what lay ahead.

“Alright, it’s time for me to shine! I��m gonna do this!” she cheered, though her voice wavered.

Caelus, leaning back in his seat with a laid-back expression, raised an eyebrow. “Bet. We’ll see how long you last, though. You’ve got this... if you don’t panic too hard.”

“I’ll be fine!” March said, trying to convince herself, but the controller shook in her hands.

The rest of the crew was gathered around, each of them either anxious or excited to watch March’s impending demise at the hands of the ghostly horrors that awaited her on screen.

You sat beside March, always her emotional support and comedically prepared for the situation at hand. You grinned, already planning to provide her with some comic relief.

“Don’t worry, March, just remember: the scarier the game, the funnier I get,” you quipped, offering a wink.

“You think you’re funny?” Dan Heng, ever the stoic one, asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice, though there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Absolutely,” you replied, resting your chin on your hand dramatically, “because nothing says ‘comedic relief’ like absolute panic and awkward breathing. Just wait for it.”

March finally took a deep breath and started the game. The room fell into an expectant silence, the eerie music from the game heightening the tension. The moment a ghostly figure appeared on the screen, March squealed and immediately dropped the controller, her hands flying to her face in a mix of embarrassment and sheer terror.

“I can’t, I can’t do this!” she squealed, looking at you for comfort.

With a theatrical sigh, you turned to her and offered a comforting pat on the back. “Alright, alright, March, no worries. Take a breath. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like the ghost is going to come out of the screen and—”

“Boo!, you’re dead!” A ghostly figure jumped on the screen with a dramatic pop-up, causing March to shriek.

“See? Told you it wouldn’t be that bad!” you chimed, even though March’s face was now a few shades paler.

Caelus, reclining lazily in the background, finally broke his silence. “Yo, that ghost is low-key a vibe though. Like, it’s got the drip.” He smirked, clearly teasing. “I mean, the ghost has better fashion sense than me.”

“Caelus, you cannot be serious,” March shot back, though the faintest laugh bubbled up through her fear.

"Bro, I’m dead serious," Caelus responded nonchalantly. "This is giving me major ‘ghost trying to flex on everyone’ vibes."

The energy in the room shifted from nervous to playful, as everyone took their turn to gently poke fun at March’s reactions. You, however, stayed in your prime, leaning into your role as her emotional support—by adding hilarious commentary.

You leaned in closer to the screen as March steeled herself to continue. “Okay, you’ve got this, girl. Let’s face it, you’re gonna be fine. The ghost is literally just here to vibe and chill. Look at him. He’s probably just like, ‘Yo, can I get a selfie with you?’”

Dan Heng gave you a side glance, though his lips twitched in amusement. "You're impossible."

“Impossible? Nah, I’m just the emotional anchor here, bro. We’re gonna make it through this game with no stress,” you retorted dramatically.

March, still shaking, picked up the controller again. She slowly moved her character through the hallway, peering around corners.

“This is so intense,” she muttered, inching forward, every step slower than the last.

Suddenly, the screen flickered. A ghost leaped from the shadows, and March screamed, throwing the controller up into the air.

“March!” you shouted, laughing as the controller flew, “We were literally this close to making it through. But hey, no shame in the game!”

“I’m sorry!” March said between breaths, completely overwhelmed but now laughing at herself. “This is too much for me!”

"Bro, it’s just a ghost, chill,” Caelus chimed in again, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Don’t let it gaslight you like that. Just ignore it and it’ll go away, like a bad tweet."

“You sure?” March asked, eyes wide as she glanced at the others.

“Absolutely,” you said with a grin. “Now, get back in there! Ghosts only get more dramatic if you let them win.”

With a deep sigh, March took a deep breath, her face scrunching in determination. “Okay, okay, here we go.”

The game continued, but now the room was filled with a different kind of energy—one where even Dan Heng cracked a rare smile, March found a small bit of confidence, and Caelus, of all people, offered a small chuckle.

Eventually, the game concluded, and March let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “I’m never doing that again.”

“Next time it’s my turn, right?” you asked, your voice pure mischief.

March shot you a playful glare. “I swear, if you even look at that controller next time, I’m hiding it.”

The crew laughed, and for a moment, the tension of the horror game faded, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the undeniable joy that came from their shared shenanigans.

It wasn’t just about defeating the game; it was about the bonds they formed, the laughter that broke through the fear, and the understanding that, no matter what happened, they would always be there for each other.

And if that meant being March’s emotional support comedian for the rest of the night? Well, you were more than happy to oblige.

[rangertowerdefensesimulator]

i like to imagine, after escaping site-19, 049 and 035 try and live a ""normal"" life. 049 tries to go on with curing the pestilence while 035 clings onto them like a parasite :-) (and 049 enjoys it.) (atleast to some capacity)

[latgbg]

ONE DAY LEFT.

Launching September 23rd, 7PM PST / 8PM MDT. 🌟

Music by @fetusmeme!

[gothamite-rambler]

Jim: All right, so I’d start in Bowery, searching from there is a good start. If you see a pimp named Lucifer you can beat him up. You look ridiculous as usual and did you ever have sex with my daughter?

Batman (delayed shock): …What?

Robin!Tim (flipping through the case file folder): He said we should start at Bowery, look for a satanic named pimp, insulted your suit, then asked if you violated his daughter.

Robin yawned, disinterested in the conversation. Batman, glancing from his sidekick to Jim, quickly saw the man wasn’t joking around. He looked around the roof checking for cameras, but Jim wasn't joking with him.

Batman: I might've blacked out for a second, repeat what you said, Gordon.

Jim: Gladly, Bruce, did you violate my daughter?

Batman: Right... You said that like it was a normal thing and not out of nowhere and an insulting accusation.

Robin!Tim (reading the case file): That wasn't yes or no to his question. Offended or not, you should probably give him the actual answer... Why did they take one of this guy's eyes?

Robin!Tim: That feels symbolic and makes sense. Batgirl was a teenager when you guys worked together?

Jim: That’s why I like him; he’s good at repeating and remembering information. So, did you ever violate my daughter? I won't be mad… I will only shoot you in the balls.

Batman: Y- Yes.

Jim: It's not that I don't trust him; it's just that my daughter already dated his goofy son. If this grown man touched my daughter in any way, no court would convict me.

Robin!Tim (joking): Ooo, sure hope you didn't go the R. Kelly route.

Batman (stoic, but annoyed): Robin, you know I didn't.

Robin!Tim: Obviously, but Jim isn't as trusting with you.

Robin!Tim (mid-yawn): Respect. B, can we get tea after we leave? I'm thirsty.

Batman: I will think about it, and I'm standing right here. Can I have a second to process this?

Jim: Sure, because you're not leaving until I get an answer.

Batman (unsure how to react): I… I respect the fact you will cause bodily harm to someone who harms your daughter, but… this is a lot. Circling back, you’re asking me if I ever had sexual relations with Batgirl?

Robin!Tim (sarcastically): Using the actual lie Bill Clinton said isn't the smartest defense. If it helps, I can hear Oracle cackling in my comm device.

Batman (stammering, defensive): I didn’t… I wouldn’t… We never had sex because we were never romantic together; I'm not that type of man. How dare you think for a moment I'm a man who would defile Batgirl! She's closer to my son's age than mine… not that I would if she were closer to my age!

Jim: Hm, you do seem to be telling the truth. Would you be willing to take a lie detector test?

Batman (flatly): Those are bullshit, and you know it. I'm your… fr-friend. Still not used to it.

Robin!Tim: I mean, outside of this, you do present yourself as a bit of a playboy. I don't blame the commissioner for being worried.

Batman (turning Tim around): Robin, step aside and read the damn folder.

Tim shrugged and wandered off, humming a jazz tune, clearly enjoying his time researching a kidnapping case. Batman groaned, covering his eyes in frustration.

Batman (pressing his comm, scolding tone): I don’t know what you’ve been told, but I swear to you, I’ve never done anything with her. We are friends. What did you tell him, Batgirl? Why would you tell him that?

Barbara: Relax, I’ve been denying all of that. He said he was going to ask, though. Just be glad I talked him out of bringing a gun.

Batman: Unless his holster has a fake gun that he's showing me, he definitely brought his gun!

Barbara (surprised at first, then cackling): Oh… hahahahahaha!

Batman (flatly): She's reveling in this… I'm just going to keep talking to you. Go ahead, ask your questions; I'm going to be truthful.

Jim (crossing his arms): Ever kissed her?

Batman (grossed out): No.

Jim: Had a hug that lasted too long?

Barbara (on comms, shivering): Gross.

Batman: I don’t even hug actual girlfriends for too long, but no, we've hugged five times, and it was quick and platonic.

Jim: Ever had sex with her on a roof?

Batman: That was with Catwoman, and she swore to keep that secret.

Jim: I… didn’t need to know that.

Batman: Now you do. I haven’t had sex with Batgirl or viewed her as some kind of sexual prospect. She was in high school when we met, and she will always be the high school girl who is my friend now. Why is it so difficult for people to accept that a man and a woman can be friends?

Jim and Barbara (in unison, her voice coming through the comm device): Because we know you, Bruce.

Batman: Okay, I'm putting a moratorium on calling me that name. When I am Batman, call me Batman. That is an easy thing to do. Next, I’m into many weird kinks. Yes, I have had relationships that some would label strange—

Robin!Tim (from far away): He's talking about Talia, Selina, Jillian Maxwell, Phantasm—

Batman (shouting, turning to his sidekick): READ THE CASE FILE!

Tim sighed, going back to reading the file about a double homicide outside a bar. Jim tilted his head, chuckling at his friend's reaction and beginning to feel reassured he hadn't slept with his daughter.

Batman: As I was saying, I'm not... What singer Robin mention?

Jim: R. Kelly, but there's also Jimmy Saville, Rolf Harris, the principal from Ferris Buellar.

Batman: I can't look at the movie the same way, but Gordon- Jim, I would never hurt you like that or her.

Jim: I don't know... I'm not going to hesitate shooting you if you're lying and I will let you live from it.

Batman: Ignoring Oracle's teasing to say - Look, you've made it clear you still judge me for being a man in an impressively made hero suit while being a great detective who can do your job better than you.

Batman: While I admire you'd do that, there's no need... also don't do that to anyone. You're one of the few good cops I tolerate. Don't go down a dark path.

Barbara (on comms, teasing): Aww, Jimmy and Brucie are best friends!

Jim: I never said that last part, but I'm assuming you think I doubt my own detective skills.

Jim (nonchalant): I can be overprotective of Batgirl, and in this situation, a man who's only a few years younger than me doing that with my daughter would set me off. But you're one of the few guy friends I have, and I wanted to get your word on this. I will believe you for now, but if it turns out you did the deed with her, you will be shot in the dick and live!

Batman: Exactly. I am not everyone's favorite person, but I'd never do something so reprehensible. When I look at Batgirl, she's a friend, family, my niece. If I did that to her, I could never see myself the same way. Jim, you are my friend, and I would never betray you like that, I promise.

Robin!Tim (walking past the two): That's so sweet.

Batman: Okay… oddly enough, I respect that. Thank you for asking first instead of shooting me.

Jim: Lucky you.

Batman (closing his eyes, holding his head down): I have weird friendships, but thanks, Jim.

Jim: No prob, buddy.

This is when Bruce had a fifteen year old Tim Drake as his Robin and a what if because for me I've never liked this ship. Fictional characters or not this one is gross to me and at least Dick and Babs made some sense.

[reindeerswillsavethisworld]

I think Danny Phantom fandom is absolutely sleeping on the sheer dumb bulshittery Danny, Sam and Tucker generate on the regular and it’s a fucking shame. Like, the three of them have exactly one (1) single braincell between them, and the only one to use it at least semi-regularly is Jazz. You literally can’t leave them for five minutes without them stumbling into some new bullshit every single time. Granted, a lot of times bullshit finds them first instead of the other way around, but by god will they make the situation worse. They run into the situations with the same reckless abandon the cockchafers fly into any solid obstacle in their way, and you’d think that at least one of them will be the voice of reason, and you’d be dead wrong.

Danny? He thought pranking a murder happy millionaire with a vindictive streak the size of Grand Canyon was a great idea. And then, like a moron, he decided to use equally murder happy government agency with a huge prejudice against ghosts and a vendetta against him, personally. Absolutely nothing that could go wrong with that, obviously!

(spoiler alert, things did go very wrong very fast)

Tucker? A valid choice at the first glance, except he is always down to commit crimes for either his friends or just for funsies. Remember that time he ran an obviously illegal babysitting scam business? Or that time when he brainwashed and then dimensionally displaced the whole school into Ancient Egypt setting? Another notable instances of Tucker being a menace, in no particular order: organised o pro-meat protest in a few hours, tried to shoot a ghost with his phone as a projectile (and succeeded), sold Sam out to a ghost out of sheer pettiness, gave Skulker an alarm-induced ptsd, almost killed Danny that one time (don’t worry, Danny was fine) and in general committed to being bullshit-enabling gremlin.

Now Sam would seem the most grounded and reasonable out of three of them, but it is what SHE wants you to believe. She is just as, if not more, unhinged as the boys, she just hides it better. Remember that time she trashed the castle and antagonised a few dozen of armed guards, while having no back up, no weapons, no allies and while being in some shithole in the Ghost Zone? And then basically told a tyrannical asshole with op dragon powers “fuck you and your entire kingdom” in the face? And then rode another dragon who put said asshole through a wall? Good times.

They all seem like perfectly reasonable people at the first glance, and then Tucker and Danny would dare each other to lick that weird glowing green rock, and Sam would roll her eyes and groan about how stupid boys are, and then Tucker would dare her to lick that glowing rock too, and Danny will say, “Come on, Tuck, it’s okay if she’s too afraid to do it-”, and yes, Sam and her mother have many disagreements on a lot of things, but both her mother AND Granny did not raise a fucking bitch, move over, Tucker, or so help her the spirit of Pandora-

They all end up absolutely miserable in ecto-containment units sick as hell with ecto-flu and on all questions answer that no, they don’t know how this happened, maybe it was ghost attack last week, they did get blasted by that green goo, after all, but really, they have absolutely no idea, honest. Jazz suspects something, but she also has no proof and therefore can’t prove anything. In the end, it was one of the worst weeks in their life and they all ended up swearing to not do it ever again.

(they do end up doing it again two months later)

[pseudowho]

Imagining Todo Aoi clapping his hands while you're giving him a blowjob, and all of a sudden you're the one being eaten out.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Colt + Supporting Jody

[jar-of-maise]

"Lynette!" Lyney bursts into the living room with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Leaning against the door frame, Lyney looks like the perfect image of chaos. Little streamers erupt from his pockets and tiny fireworks explode, crackling from under hat and sleeve as he stumbles through the doorway. 

The ominous smell of smoke begins to taint the air. 

"Lyney, you know what the rules are about magic props inside the house," Lynette chides, blowing on her tea meticulously without looking at her brother. 

"Is something wrong...Lyney?" Freminet asks hesitantly, unsure of how to breach the topic. 

His older brother huffs dramatically, staggering over to the couch with comically elongated steps. Freminet has to remind himself that this is his older brother, Lyney the Magician, the responsible team leader they all look up to and admire. 

He takes another look at Lyney's frazzled expression and decides that now might not be one of those times. 

“Oh it’s horrid!” Lyney whines, “the show’s all falling to pieces now!” He exclaims, shoving his face into a cushion. Freminent glances at Lynette, who’s determinedly ignoring Lyney and eyeing a slice of cake on the table. 

“Leave him be,” she says when she notices Freminent’s silent cry of help, “he’s just being dramatic. Lyney pull yourself together,” she scolds, carefully slicing through the cake with a fork, “you’re making Freminent worry.” 

“Oh my dearest little brother! I had no idea, please forgive me for causing you grief!” Lyney monologues, in a manner not very different to how Lady Furina would deliver speeches, “but this is a matter of utmost importance, I’m really in a pickle.”

“Lynette, maybe…” Freminent begins, watching as his sister’s tail flicks, “hm? Oh alright,” she says in an exasperated voice, “Lyney, use your words. What. Is. It?” 

“I,” Lyney begins, delighted to have an audience, “have a problem!”

“I’m delighted to know that you have gained self-awareness,” Lynette replies dryly, reaching for another slice of cake, Freminent watches her and knows that a scolding from Lyney is imminent, but keeps his mouth shut.

“Oh Lynette, how could you be so cold to your dear brother?” Lyney continues to complain, he rests his cheek on the cushion and sighs. 

“Are you going to talk about your problem or not?” 

“All in due time, there’s no need to be impatient,” Lyney retorts, Freminent blinks, clutching Pers a little tighter as he gets comfortable.

“See, it goes a little like this,” Lyney begins wistfully, “I’ve been experiencing something quite phenomenal you see,” he says, eye turning round, “my hands have been sweating a lot, and it’s like my heart is about to go–” Lyney snaps his fingers and miraculously, a shower of blue coloured butterflies erupt from his fingertips. 

“Like that!” He waves his hands.

Freminet nods, “I see,” he says, absorbing himself in the storytelling. 

“Just get on with it,” Lynette says, delicately pouring herself another cup of tea, her ears pricked in a very satisfied manner. 

“Well!” Lyney continues unoffended, “my brain has also been going fuzzy and I’m finding it hard to focus…no matter what happens, I just keep thinking about the same thing. But sometimes I’m giddy and all mushy like–” 

“Please don’t,” Lynette interrupts, “it’ll be a hassle to clean up later.” 

“Oh just this once, please Lynette, please?” 

Lynette sighs, “fine.” She says, with unamused eyes. 

Lyney grins and melts himself onto the couch, “I’m melting like sugar, or one of those chocolates that dissolve in your mouth!” He proclaims, and throws a sweet at Freminet who catches it, “Caramel Melts; nothing like a melt to give you a little help,” he says slowly, reading the cursive print on the wrapper. 

“Where did you get this from?” Freminet asks curiously. 

“Unimportant,” Lyney says dismissively, “I’ll get you some more if you like them though, but anyways, all of the symptoms listed above,” Lyney unravels a scroll and unrolls it with a flourish. 

Freminet should be used to Lyney’s tricks by now, but he’s still amazed at the fountain pen that begins writing by itself, “sweaty hands, strange emotions; mushiness, unreasonable amounts of joy…” he stops reading. 

“All of these,” Lyney points at the scroll, “are what I believe are symptoms of…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“That’s right! These are none other than…signs of heart stroke!” Lyney says proudly. 

There is a long, fat silence. 

The floor is very interesting, Freminet decides, and these shoes have a spectacular shine, I should really polish them some more, he thinks to himself.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, breaking the heavy silence, “you’re not going through heart stroke.” 

Thank archons, Lynette is here! Freminet doesn’t think he’d have the courage to say that to Lyney’s face, in a manner that wouldn’t make Lyney even more melodramatic. 

“What!? Then what is it?” Lyney asks, rising from the clutches of the plush couch for the first time. 

“My diagnosis is…” Lynette pauses for dramatic effect, and Freminet swears Pers is listening attentively too. 

They all hold their breaths. 

“You’re in love, Lyney.” Lynette announces, taking a long sip of her tea. Freminet’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t compare to the heavy thud he hears and the long, loud shriek of, “WHAT?!” That echoes well and truly wonderfully throughout Hotel Bouffes d'ete. From then on, the urban legends of Fontaine often speculated about a most inhuman ghoul or perhaps, troll that was being kept hidden in the Hotel basement. 

Not that such rumours could ever be proven. 

“Let them imagine,” Lynette would say, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “a little shock has never hurt anyone,” she glances at Lyney, who’s been sitting on his chair with a stunned expression on his face. Indeed, Lynette helps herself to a macaroon, perhaps the next step is to give Lyney a little push, after all, a gentle nudge has never hurt anyone either.

[genikrispies]

waiting patiently while your son asks the pastor something completely unhinged